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shall feel it my duty to satisfy your curiosity at the first opportunity. Upon my soul! I see that I really might pass for a romantic figure with some people. Judge 837 of 967

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how grateful I must be to Marfa Petrovna for having repeated to Avdotya Romanovna such mysterious and interesting gossip about me. I dare not guess what impression it made on her, but in any case it worked in my interests. With all Avdotya Romanovnaā€™s natural aversion and in spite of my invariably gloomy and repellent aspectā€”she did at least feel pity for me, pity for a lost soul. And if once a girlā€™s heart is moved to pity itā€™s more dangerous than anything. She is bound to want to

ā€˜save him,ā€™ to bring him to his senses, and lift him up and draw him to nobler aims, and restore him to new life and usefulnessā€”well, we all know how far such dreams can go. I saw at once that the bird was flying into the cage of herself. And I too made ready. I think you are frowning, Rodion Romanovitch? Thereā€™s no need. As you know, it all ended in smoke. (Hang it all, what a lot I am drinking!) Do you know, I always, from the very beginning, regretted that it wasnā€™t your sisterā€™s fate to be born in the second or third century A.D., as the daughter of a reigning prince or some governor or pro-consul in Asia Minor. She would undoubtedly have been one of those who would endure martyrdom and would have smiled when they branded her bosom with hot pincers. And she would have gone to it of herself. And in the fourth or fifth century she 838 of 967

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would have walked away into the Egyptian desert and would have stayed there thirty years living on roots and ecstasies and visions. She is simply thirsting to face some torture for someone, and if she canā€™t get her torture, sheā€™ll throw herself out of a window. Iā€™ve heard something of a Mr. Razumihinā€”heā€™s said to be a sensible fellow; his surname suggests it, indeed. Heā€™s probably a divinity student. Well, heā€™d better look after your sister! I believe I understand her, and I am proud of it. But at the beginning of an acquaintance, as you know, one is apt to be more heedless and stupid. One doesnā€™t see clearly. Hang it all, why is she so handsome? Itā€™s not my fault. In fact, it began on my side with a most irresistible physical desire. Avdotya Romanovna is awfully chaste, incredibly and

phenomenally so. Take note, I tell you this about your sister as a fact. She is almost morbidly chaste, in spite of her broad intelligence, and it will stand in her way. There happened to be a girl in the house then, Parasha, a black-eyed wench, whom I had never seen beforeā€”she had just come from another villageā€”very pretty, but incredibly stupid: she burst into tears, wailed so that she could be heard all over the place and caused scandal. One day after dinner Avdotya Romanovna followed me into an avenue in the garden and with flashing eyes insisted on my leaving 839 of 967

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poor Parasha alone. It was almost our first conversation by ourselves. I, of course, was only too pleased to obey her wishes, tried to appear disconcerted, embarrassed, in fact played my part not badly. Then came interviews, mysterious conversations, exhortations, entreaties, supplications, even tearsā€”would you believe it, even tears? Think what the passion for propaganda will bring some girls to! I, of course, threw it all on my destiny, posed as hungering and thirsting for light, and finally resorted to the most powerful weapon in the subjection of the female heart, a weapon which never fails one. Itā€™s the well-known resourceā€”flattery. Nothing in the world is harder than speaking the truth and nothing easier than flattery. If thereā€™s the hundredth part of a false note in speaking the truth, it leads to a discord, and that leads to trouble. But if all, to the last note, is false in flattery, it is just as agreeable, and is heard not without satisfaction. It may be a coarse satisfaction, but still a satisfaction. And however coarse the flattery, at least half will be sure to seem true. Thatā€™s so for all stages of development and classes of society. A vestal virgin might be seduced by flattery. I can never remember without laughter how I once seduced a lady who was devoted to her husband, her children, and her principles. What fun it was and how 840 of 967

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little trouble! And the lady really had principlesā€”of her own, anyway. All my tactics lay in simply being utterly annihilated and prostrate before her purity. I flattered her shamelessly, and as soon as I succeeded in getting a pressure of the hand, even a glance from her, I would reproach myself for having snatched it by force, and would declare that she had resisted, so that I could never have gained anything but for my being so unprincipled. I maintained that she was so innocent that she could not foresee my treachery, and yielded to me unconsciously, unawares, and so on. In fact, I triumphed, while my lady remained firmly convinced that she was innocent, chaste, and faithful to all her duties and obligations and had succumbed quite by accident. And how angry she was with me when I explained to her at last that it was my sincere conviction that she was just as eager as I. Poor Marfa Petrovna was awfully weak on the side of flattery, and if I had only cared to, I might have had all her property settled on me during her lifetime. (I am drinking an awful lot of wine now and talking too much.) I hope you wonā€™t be angry if I mention now that I was beginning to produce the same effect on Avdotya Romanovna. But I was stupid and impatient and spoiled it all. Avdotya Romanovna had several timesā€”and one time in

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particularā€”been greatly displeased by the expression of my eyes, would you believe it? There was sometimes a light in them which frightened her and grew stronger and stronger and more unguarded till it was hateful to her. No need to go into detail, but we parted. There I acted stupidly again. I fell to jeering in the coarsest way at all such propaganda and efforts to convert me; Parasha came on to the scene again, and not she alone; in fact there was a tremendous to-do. Ah, Rodion Romanovitch, if you could only see how your sisterā€™s eyes can flash sometimes!

Never mind my being drunk at this moment and having had a whole glass of wine. I am speaking the truth. I assure you that this glance has haunted my dreams; the very rustle of her dress was more than I could stand at last. I really began to think that I might become epileptic. I could never have believed that I could be moved to such a frenzy. It was essential, indeed, to be reconciled, but by then it was impossible. And imagine what I did then! To what a pitch of stupidity a man can be brought by frenzy!

Never undertake anything in a frenzy, Rodion

Romanovitch. I reflected that Avdotya Romanovna was after all a beggar (ach, excuse me, thatā€™s not the word ā€¦

but does it matter if it expresses the meaning?), that she lived by her work, that she had her mother and you to 842 of 967

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keep (ach, hang it, you are frowning again), and I resolved to offer her all my moneyā€”thirty thousand roubles I could have realised thenā€”if she would run away with me here, to Petersburg. Of course I should have vowed eternal love, rapture, and so on. Do you know, I was so wild about her at that time that if she had told me to poison Marfa Petrovna or to cut her throat and to marry herself, it would have been done at once! But it ended in the catastrophe of which you know already. You can fancy how frantic I was when I heard that Marfa Petrovna had got hold of that scoundrelly attorney, Luzhin, and had almost made a match between themā€”which would really have been just the same thing as I was proposing.

Wouldnā€™t it? Wouldnā€™t it? I notice that youā€™ve begun to be very attentive ā€¦ you interesting young manā€¦.ā€™

SvidrigaĆÆlov struck the table with his fist impatiently.

He was flushed. Raskolnikov saw clearly that the glass or glass and a half of champagne that he had sipped almost unconsciously was affecting himā€” and he resolved to take advantage of the opportunity. He felt very suspicious of SvidrigaĆÆlov.

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sister,ā€™ he said directly to SvidrigaĆÆlov, in order to irritate him further.

ā€˜Oh, nonsense,ā€™ said SvidrigaĆÆlov, seeming to rouse himself. ā€˜Why, I told you ā€¦ besides your sister canā€™t endure me.ā€™

ā€˜Yes, I am certain that she canā€™t, but thatā€™s not the point.ā€™

ā€˜Are you so sure that she canā€™t?ā€™ SvidrigaĆÆlov screwed up his eyes and smiled mockingly. ā€˜You are right, she doesnā€™t love me, but you can never be sure of what has passed between husband and wife or lover and mistress.

Thereā€™s always a little corner which remains a secret to the world and is only known to those two. Will you answer for it that Avdotya Romanovna regarded me with aversion?ā€™

ā€˜From some words youā€™ve dropped, I notice that you still have designs ā€”and of course evil onesā€”on Dounia and mean to carry them out promptly.ā€™

ā€˜What, have I dropped words like that?ā€™ SvidrigaĆÆlov asked in naĆÆve dismay, taking not the slightest notice of the epithet bestowed on his designs.

ā€˜Why, you are dropping them even now. Why are you so frightened? What are you so afraid of now?ā€™

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ā€˜Meā€”afraid? Afraid of you? You have rather to be afraid of me, cher ami. But what nonsenseā€¦. Iā€™ve drunk too much though, I see that. I was almost saying too much again. Damn the wine! Hi! there, water!ā€™

He snatched up the champagne bottle and flung it without ceremony out of the window. Philip brought the water.

ā€˜Thatā€™s all nonsense!ā€™ said SvidrigaĆÆlov, wetting a towel and putting it to his head. ā€˜But I can answer you in one word and annihilate all your suspicions. Do you know that I am going to get married?ā€™

ā€˜You told me so before.ā€™

ā€˜Did I? Iā€™ve forgotten. But I couldnā€™t have told you so for certain for I had not even seen my betrothed; I only meant to. But now I really have a betrothed and itā€™s a settled thing, and if it werenā€™t that I have business that canā€™t be put off, I would have taken you to see them at once, for I should like to ask your advice. Ach, hang it, only ten minutes left! See, look at the watch. But I must tell you, for itā€™s an interesting story, my marriage, in its own way. Where are you off to? Going again?ā€™

ā€˜No, Iā€™m not going away now.ā€™

ā€˜Not at all? We shall see. Iā€™ll take you there, Iā€™ll show you my betrothed, only not now. For youā€™ll soon have to 845 of 967

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be off. You have to go to the right and I to the left. Do you know that Madame Resslich, the woman I am

lodging with now, eh? I know what youā€™re thinking, that sheā€™s the woman whose girl they say drowned herself in the winter. Come, are you listening? She arranged it all for me. Youā€™re bored, she said, you want something to fill up your time. For, you know, I am a gloomy, depressed person. Do you think Iā€™m

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